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Interpret:
Fiddlers Green
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| Burn The Bridges
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Hey, I work from eight to five just to stay alive I face that strife, that rat-race life,
I%B4m running round in circles every day it%B4s all the same, yeah, yeah
I simply act a part, I%B4m trying to look smart, a man of work, you%B4re just a jerk
Won%B4t you take a look inside an you see: I don%B4t give a danm, yeah, yeah
At home, at work at every place, I bow and scrape, I race the race
A modern slave, caught in his golden cave, ätsch bätsch
Now Fiddler%B4s Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don%B4t go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play all day, yeah, yeah
No time to lose, I%B4m leaving tonight
No more will I be seen
No time to lose, don%B4t flog a deas horse
Let%B4s go to fiddler%B4s Green
Burn the bridges, come along, help me now to sing this song
Burn the bridges,
Now I%B4m keen to find my way to Fiddler%B4s Green
Burn the bridges, come along, help me now to sing this song
Burn the bridges,
Now I%B4m keen to find my way to Fiddler%B4s Green
I stop to play it safe, rise from the grave,
I pass the buck to lady luck
I%B4m going on a journey and
Ring the curtain down, down, down
Cause Fiddler%B4ßs Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don%B4t go to hell
This rings a bell inside of me
Burn the bridges...
Bo time to lose, I%B4m leaving tonight
No more will I be seen
Burn the bridges...
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07.Aug.2001 17:08:36 |
Letzer Aufruf |
25.Jun.2004 03:06:48 |
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